Why is everything melodic?

Pop a perc and go hypnotic

I mean tell me where's the logic

Behind praising these narcotics

Sometimes this shit outta pocket

I just find it a lil ironic

How you can’t make it in music

If your dancers ain't exotic

Well

Respect me and my name

I know I prolly won't get fame

But y’all keep treating this like a game

And I told y'all I ain't the same

I'm the one with motivation

I'm the one with dedication

You're the one with the hating

Cause I'm spitting fire lately

I don't wanna hear nobody say this music shit ain’t hard

This shit tearing me apart, I’m just trying to spit bars

I'm just shooting for the charts and I’m shooting for the stars

I might be shooting too far cause I'm wanting to be large

I just want a fancy car with a fancy ass garage

I just want a fancy house with a pool and big ass yard

I just want a stack of money so I know that I won't starve

So I know my kids won't starve if I get to play that part

Barry Bonds, I’m hitting this beat out the park

Seeing light when I spent too much time in the dark

Put me on a building just like Tony Stark

Hawkeye all day I'm hitting my mark

I ain't afraid to leave y'all behind

I'm on my own fucking time

But I spent too much time wasting it

Well now I draw my own line

Leave me, deceive me

Been through it all, believe me

Lie and say you need me

May hurt but I'm proceeding

To pop up on y'all's radars

Just admit my shit hard

Just admit I got bars

I'm a King I ain't no discard

I'm fucking tired of this

Y'all doubting me, letting me sink in the abyss

From now on I don't fucking miss

Then the snakes come back claiming they don't hiss

Claiming they real ones

And they love your tracks

Where tf were you

Before I was counting racks

Oh wait you fucking left

Fuck off with that fake shit

Ain't afraid to knock on your door

And just fucking break shit

I'm done with the disrespect

I build shit like an architect

Dirty ass snake now I gotta disinfect

Don't doubt my fucking intellect

I'm gonna have the last laugh

I'll have people wanting autographs

You think this is all of me?

Bitch this ain't fucking half

My following about to grow

Who the real ones? I don't know

Just heard of me? Shit you're slow

I got no brakes, I continue to go

I got the drive

I got the mind

I got the rhyme

I got the eye

I got the time

I got the grind

While y'all just watching

From the side

I just prove y'all assholes wrong

Yeah you're vibing to this song

I know y'all be laughing at my shit

Well not for long